forgive me blog for neglecting you

I have been feeling guilty for neglecting my commitment to myself to blog at least once a week. I am so attached to my little "digital scrapbook" It's the place where I store all our family memories and here I am not documenting all the craziness going on around here. The post I have made are so short and choppy I will have to go back and rewrite them. So the reason it's been so crazy around here is we got an offer on our home. Actually we got the call from our agent while we were in Vegas for my birthday and probably in no condition to be working a deal! 

See I told ya, 

REALLY SHOULD NOT BE DOING A DEAL

But in this market you gotta do what ya gotta do! So via telephone, text and the help of our awesome real-estate agent Laura we managed to get it done. By the time we landed back in Austin we had countered and settled on a price. If you have ever sold a house you know that is JUST THE START.

After the reality set in that I was going to be MOVING WITH A KID and had no idea where we were moving, other than out of suburbia, panic came in full force! We have decided to rent and take our time shopping. I thought no big deal there are 100's of great apartments & condos downtown. WRONG! Turns out almost every apartment & condo is between 94 & 97 % full. So my choice of floor plans and locations was limited. So I spent 3 weeks shopping for a place to rent. 

But the real work was going on back at the house. Turns out the buyer is a details kind of guy and after the inspection was done I hand my hands full of repairs. Keep in mind my house is only 3 years old and in fabulous condition (if you met or know Mr. T you know this is very true). So long story short I had to deal with Stucco repair, roof tile repair and some kitchen & bathroom stuff. (Also if you know Mr. T you know he is not a DYI guy so I was left holding that ball or in this case a caulk gun)

Now after over a month we have made it threw all the stages of selling a house and are waiting on closing. You know what that means? 

PACKING

packing 2 adults, one toddler & 2 dogs

moving with children takes packing and planning to a whole new level

Our attic alone scared me. It looks like Ann Frank lives up there. I guess it was the only room Mr. T got to decorate so he really outdid himself up there. 

Here s 1/2 the attic moved to the garage 

The thought that I actually have enough stuff tho fill these boxes scars me! 

Happy 3rd Birthday house

We moved in 3 years ago today! If your doing the math you will notice we moved into the house when Miss C was 1 week old. Needless to say I remember nothing about the move! Thats the thing with building a house, you never know exactly when it will be completed. 

If you remember we had the house up for sale a while back. Well nothing has changed we still want to move back into town and the house will be listed in the MLS gain within the next two weeks. As ready as we are to get back into town and off scrapbook island I will miss this house. It holds memories of so many first for my little family. I designed it, furnished it and boy have we lived in it. 

 

I'm living in a Better Homes and Garden magazine

It's official we have put our house on the market. As exciting as the prospect of selling the house we have completely out grown and "busting out the bubble" to move into the city, it is a daunting to keep the house ready to show. Not that my house is every dirty or really even messy (despite what my mother would say) it's so much work! Bed's made with sheets pressed, dishes done, laundry done, dusted, mood lighting and music, fresh flowers and most of all.... NO TOYS! Yep my 2 year has to pick up her toys. Need I say more? I had no idea how Miss C would survive with out her playroom and toys. Guess what... like we are always told we don't need half of what we have. I have put Miss C's toys into rubber maid boxes and we get one out at a time. You would think it was Christmas every time she open a new box! So it's actually working out ok.

The cutest thing so far was last night when we saw that the box of flyers outside was empty and I took a stack of flyers to replenish it. Miss C wanted to help and as she carried the flyers down the drive way she looked down at the flyer and with this look of confusion and shock turned to me and said "mommy thats my house" Not that she has any idea of what is going on but it was a moment of bitter sweetness as I realized we are selling her first home.